Ever since Valentine's Day, Fred and George would not let one opportunity pass where they did not pester her about her secret. But even as March approached, Eleanor was not willing to give in and kept them guessing. She thought they would eventually give up, but she was clearly wrong as they made sure to find her every day, whether it was outside of a classroom or in the Great Hall. The only place she was safe was either in the bathrooms or in the Hufflepuff Common Room and if they became anymore desperate, she wasn't sure how much longer those places would be.

Eleanor was walking along the corridor with Marnie, on their way to the Transfiguration classroom, the two of them discussing that the year was moving pretty fast.

"You're telling me," Marnie sighed, "in just a few short months, I'll be back in that hell hole, I'm forced to call home."

"It won't be that bad, Marnie. I bet- "

Before she could finish her next sentence, Eleanor found herself interrupted by Fred and George suddenly blocking the doorway to enter the classroom. She rolled her eyes with a small sigh, waiting for the usual question to leave one of their mouths.

"Are you going to tell us?" George asked her.

"Well, let's see, the answer yesterday was no. The answer the day before that was no. And today, it's going to be a no from me. Now, if you two would kindly excuse us..."

Eleanor pushed through the twins as if they were double doors, leaving Marnie to laugh in amusement as she followed her friend inside. The girls sat down at one of the tables, and while Marnie tried to finish up some of the homework last minute, Eleanor pulled out her knitting and began to work on a pair of socks. She wasn't paying attention to the fact that the twins were staring her down to get her attention, that was until she was hit with a ball of paper.

Setting her knitting in her lap, Eleanor peered up and grabbed the paper ball, noticing that there was something written on it. She scrunched up her face as she unravelled it and read it over.

How about now?

Glancing over her shoulder, Eleanor looked Fred directly in the eyes before mouthing her answer.

"Never."

Once Professor McGonagall entered the classroom, the twins didn't bother Eleanor for the duration of the class, not willing to get in trouble with the Head of their House. But that didn't mean that they were giving up either. Luckily, their schedules allowed them to part ways for the majority of the day as Hufflepuff had Defence Against the Dark Arts next. And when Professor McGonagall dismissed her after collecting her homework, Eleanor abandoned her seat and practically ran out of the classroom before the twins had another opportunity to bother her.

For years, Eleanor had been so used to flying under the radar with no one really paying her any mind outside of her friends. She didn't get into trouble but didn't do anything else to really stand out. She was known for her knitting, but usually, others claimed that knitting was a boring hobby. Which she told herself they only found it boring because they couldn't do it.

However, from the early start of her fifth year, she had the attention of the Weasley twins and that was more attention to what she was used to. And even with her mother wanting to get more involved, it was like she had suddenly come into existence. But little did she know, it wasn't just the Weasley twins or her mother that were suddenly interested in her.

From where Remus Lupin stood in the doorway of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, he could see Eleanor making her way to the class, only to be startled at the last second as Fred jumped out of a side corridor. He wouldn't admit it, but he had jumped as well, not expecting to see the Weasley twins until later in the day. However, while Fred asked Eleanor something, she continued to shake her head at him, Remus couldn't help but feel the return of the pang of familiarity.

Why did Eleanor appear so familiar? It was like he had met her before, but who did she remind him of? He tried his best to put his finger on it, but as Eleanor said one last thing to Fred, she made her way towards the classroom again.

"Good afternoon, Professor," she greeted him with a soft smile. "How are you today?"

It was the smile that always seemed to catch him off guard the most. He hadn't even registered his student's greeting until she tilted her head with a puzzled looked, waiting patiently on his answer.

"Er, good afternoon, I'm fine, how are you?"

She answered with a "good" before entering the classroom and taking her seat, while other students entered as well. Of course, as she had done many times before, Eleanor took out her knitting materials and returned to whatever project she had started. From the threshold, Remus wondered what Eleanor found to be so relaxing about a task he found to be so tedious?

Growing up, he remembered watching his mother stitch up his tattered clothing as a boy, insisting that her work was just as good as any magical spell whenever his father offered to fix it with a simple wave of his wand. And there were nights where she would sit by the fireplace and pull out a knitting pattern, making plenty of socks, hats, and scarves over the years.

Thinking about his mother had left a lump in his throat, realising he hadn't thought about Hope in such a long time, it was completely shameful. But lost in his thoughts, it was clear he had been staring too long in Eleanor's direction when she looked up at him, her brows furrowed together as she stopped knitting.

"Are you alright, Professor?" she asked him.

"Yes," he said quickly, clearing his throat, "Sorry, I was just admiring your work. Every time I see you it's like you're working on something new. And excuse me if this is a silly question, but are you using your wand to knit?"

With a little grin, Eleanor nodded her head.

"I know, it looks odd, but it works better than my regular knitting needles, I feel like I have a better grip with my wand and the yarn doesn't slide at all. My mother taught me how to knit using metal needles but then I discovered bamboo needles and that changed everything."

"And then one day you decided to use your wand?"

"Well, "she scratched the back of her head, "I didn't just do it on a whim. I distinctly remember that I had two of my knitting needles on my bed, my mother called me for something downstairs, and when I came back, one of my knitting needles was gone. I don't think I ever found it, but I knew my mother was going to tell me to just keep looking for it, so rather than bother her over it, I picked up my wand to see how it would work. It was a little awkward at first, but then it was like using any other needle. A little thicker, but I have the thicker needles that I use for the chunkier yarn."

Remus folded his arms and couldn't help the little "hmmph" that escaped him as he became more impressed.

"That's very interesting," he told her, "a creative use for your wand when it's not being used for casting spells."

Eleanor opened her mouth to respond, but for a moment, she looked troubled about something. Her eyes darted back and forth to the sides as if she were thinking about something before she looked down at her knitting. Before he could ask if she was feeling alright, Eleanor nodded his head and flashed him another smile.

A smile that he swore was going to haunt him if he didn't figure out who it reminded him of soon.

When Eleanor wasn't trying to keep her "secret" from the Weasley twins or answering Professor Lupin's questions surrounding her hobby, she was listening to Cedric ramble on and on about Harry Potter and the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Apparently, over the Christmas holidays, Harry had been gifted a Firebolt broom, the latest and the fastest, quickly becoming envy to any of the quidditch players inside the castle walls. Cedric had initially congratulated Harry on his new ownership of such a fine broom, only to quickly fret over what that meant for the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team.

Harry had already proven to be a brilliant Seeker at a young age and paired with a phenomenal broom, Cedric probably wasn't the only one nervous over the new odds. Of course, it was Oliver Wood that looked practically beside himself in joy whenever someone came to talk about his Seeker's broom.

"So, I have a question," Marnie began the day of the Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw match," if Hufflepuff isn't even playing, why do we have to go to this match?"

"Because whoever wins this match will go up against Slytherin."

Marnie came to a halt with a flat expression. "None of what you said made me want to attend this match any more than I originally wanted to. Not to mention, I already know Cho is going to playing, do I really need to be there to watch Cedric drool over her?"

With a heavy sigh, Eleanor released her hold on Marnie's arm. "Well, fine, I guess if you put it like that, you probably shouldn't go. I can just go with Cedric and-"

Eleanor didn't even finish the rest of her thought before she found herself abandoned in the corridor as Marnie had taken to running off.

"You bloody effin' cow!"

"Whoa there, Ellie!"

With a jump, Eleanor turned around to see Fred and George approaching her, already in their quidditch gear. Suddenly, all thoughts pertaining to Marnie and her abandonment quickly vanished.

"Well, don't you two clean up nicely?" she said. "You two actually look decent in your uniforms."

"We look decent all the time, Ellie, "George scoffed, "might want to get your eyes looked at."

Ignoring his comment completely, Eleanor looked up at Fred. "Are you two nervous about going against Ravenclaw?"

"No," he said, "why would we be nervous?"

"Well, Harry might have a Firebolt, but Ravenclaw has been having an excellent season. They might give you a run for your money."

"Oh, Ellie," Fred said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, " you don't have to worry about us."

Carefully removing his arm and setting it back down to his side, Eleanor took a step back from him. "I didn't say I was worried, I asked if you were nervous."

"And what if we said we were nervous?" George inquired.

"Then you would be nervous," Eleanor shrugged, " but it would have no effect on me."

"Then why bother asking in the first place?"

"Why not?"

George blinked several times, looking completely bewildered, all the while, Fred scratched the top of his head as they tried to come up with a counter-argument. However, they took too long, giving Eleanor the victory.

"Alright, gentlemen, I'm off to join Cedric in the stands, "have fun. And good luck out there, but I doubt you need any luck, right?"

Fred couldn't help but watch as Eleanor walked away, noticing as she glanced over her shoulder with an amused smile before she rounded the corner and disappeared. A fluttery sensation returned to his chest, enough that he smiled to himself until George started snapping his fingers in his face.

"Oi! Fred! Come on! We need to get down to the locker rooms."

After weeks of practices and Wood drilling, all sorts of moves into their brains, Fred, along with the rest of the Gryffindor team was hoping to pull off a win. They didn't need the constant reminder that if they were to lose they would be out of the running for the Cup completely, and Wood was practically on the verge of having a nervous breakdown if they lost to Ravenclaw.

Inside the locker room, Wood was already there, probably had been there since the break of dawn, and was sharing in a few words of encouragement before they were to walk out onto the pitch. His focus seemed to be more so on Harry, after the match with Hufflepuff, Wood was hoping that his prized Seeker could redeem himself.

"You know what we've got to do," Wood told Harry, "we lose this match, we're out of the running. Just—just fly like you did in practice yesterday, and we'll be okay!"

Stepping out onto the pitch, Fred waited by his brother as the captains were told to shake hands by Madam Hooch and moments later, they were allowed to mount their brooms and take to the air. As Fred sat on his broom, a short distance from George, he could hear Lee's voice echo through the air, but his eyes started to scan over the stands, wondering where Eleanor was sitting?

"They're off, and the big excitement this match is the Firebolt that Harry Potter is flying for Gryffindor. According to Which Broomstick, the Firebolt's going to be the broom of choice for the national teams at this year's World Championship—"

"Jordan, would you mind telling us what's going on in the match?" McGonagall's voice rang out.

"Right you are, Professor—just giving a bit of background information—the Firebolt, incidentally, has a built-in auto-brake and—"

"Jordan!"

"Okay, okay, Gryffindor in possession, Katie Bell of Gryffindor heading for goal..."

He found her.

As she claimed earlier, Eleanor was in the company of Cedric, the two of them had found seats at the top of the stands. Unlike the last match, it was a beautiful day out, Eleanor didn't have to wear her heavy robes, wearing a fitted yellow jumper that looked good on her. Her hair was tied back, different from the usual way she kept it down. He could have sat there all day just noticing things about her until he realised that he was in the middle of a Quidditch match.

Turning his head, he spotted a bludger going for Alicia and got back into the match to knock it back, while Harry flew passed him with Cho Chang following closely behind.

"Show her your acceleration, Harry!"

Cedric had been watching the match intently for two reasons. One being that he was there as emotional support for Cho, who had been nervous about all the talk surrounding Harry's Firebolt, and two, he wanted to see if the Firebolt made as much of a difference as they all suspected. However, throughout the match, Cedric couldn't help something that had nothing to do with Cho or Harry, but how much one of the twins would stop and look over in Eleanor's direction.

He knew he wasn't hallucinating because every time he glanced over at Eleanor, she could see her blushing furiously.

"Alright, what the hell is going on?" he asked her finally. Eleanor seemed to snap out of the little daydream she had entered and quickly looked elsewhere in the stands.

"Hmm?"

Perhaps he and Marnie had been onto something when they suspected something going on between Eleanor and the Weasley twins. Initially, he had been joking when he claimed that she was into one or both. But whichever twin that continued to look in her direction was clearly the one she was interested in and it appeared the feelings were mutual.

"Ellie, are-"

He was unable to ask anything when the match took a strange turn of events. Dementors had suddenly appeared on the pitch, only this time was different than the last because Harry didn't faint and fall from his broom. Oh no, The Boy Who Lived, decided this time, he would unleash a solid Patronus on multiple dementors.

The stands had fallen silent in aww, just in time as Harry beat Cho to the golden snitch, ending the match.

Gryffindor had won.

"THEY WON!" Eleanor cheered from beside Cedric, with such excitement, one would have thought it was Hufflepuff that had won the match. "THEY WON!"

"Yes, Ellie, they won, but did you just see what happened?"

He pointed in the direction of the pitch, making Eleanor see that Harry had not attacked dementors at all, but rather Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Flint, who had all dressed up as Dementors with the intention of spooking Harry during the match.

"Serves them right!"

Cedric didn't disagree but he couldn't believe that Eleanor, the girl who was willing to bring out hot chocolate to quidditch players during a cold match, whether they were on opposing teams or not, was suddenly cheering on four students being stunned on the pitch.

Unsure of what to say, Cedric left to console Cho, only to see Eleanor run over to the twins to congratulate them on the win.

Through all the commotion of the events of the match, Remus had been among the staff when everything had happened. He had been thrilled to see the Patronus, even if he had been the one to tell Harry that the dementors he had attacked were, in fact, a few peers. However, Harry had every reason to be proud of himself and while McGonagall took to reprimanding the Slytherin boys, Remus remained on the pitch for an extra moment, noting Eleanor standing off to the side with the Weasley twins.

"You look troubled, Remus."

Quickly turning his head, Remus was approached by Albus, who came to stand beside him.

"I wouldn't say troubled," he replied to the Headmaster, " it's just.... Ms Ross reminds me of someone, and I can't remember who for some reason."

"Well, it sounds like you have to take the time to think long and hard about that one, don't you?"

"I guess so."